If there is one thing that the military do well it is a party. Summer Party, Christmas Party, Dinner Nights, whatever it may be they really know how to put on a good night. We’ve been to a fair few Mess Do’s over the years, most of the Do’s have had themes we’ve been to Game of Thrones, Out of Africa, Strictly, Hollywood and so on. Last weekend was the Mess Christmas Party here and I have to say it was pretty awesome, the theme was Narnia.
I used to love getting dressed up in long gowns (or fancy dress) and spending the best part of the day pampering and preening ready for a proper night out. Now it’s a quick wash, into PJ’s to bath the kids and pretend that we are not going out before briefing the babysitter as I slap on the makeup and run a brush though my hair.
Curly Locks and her hubbie and the boys aka Titch and the Silver Fox came too, they’re not military but love a good party. Curly Locks and I were in long dresses, makes a change from jeans and boots, and the boys were in black tie. The military types had a choice Mess Kit or not, Braai Boy chose not. What did he wear instead of Mess Kit I hear you ask? Well, he wore black tie and a FLASHING bowtie, I know that sounds a bit festive for him doesn’t it? It did take several glasses of wine before he actually turned it on.
Well, what a welcome we had when we got to the Mess, there was a bare-chested man on stilts, yes that’s right Mr Tumnus was there in all his six pack loveliness, he was very much appreciated by all. There were fairy lights everywhere, the Mess ceilings and walls were covered in white flowing material, there was a sleigh and a throne, it was all very magical. Some people were in Mess Kit, others were in black tie or posh frocks, and there was a party atmosphere. So, we did bubbles and beers then sat down for dinner. The booze and banter flowed and before we knew it, it was time for the entertainment.
After dinner we came across 3 things that changed the course of the night; a Liquid Nitrogen Cocktail Bar, a vodka Luge and a Glitter Station. After sampling a few cheeky incredibly cold strong cocktails and free pouring flavoured vodka through the lion luge we stumbled across the Glitter Station. First off me and Curly Locks had a go, there were some instructions on how to apply the glitter, I ignored them and ended up looking like I had been hit in the eye by a silver glitter snowball. Curly Locks read the instructions and looked blue and sparkly and lovely.
We then heard a rumour that there was a professional photographer and decided that we had to have a group photo. What were we thinking? We’d had cocktails and now we were covered in glitter this was never going to be a ‘pop it on the mantlepiece’ kind of photo. Anyway, the queue for the photographer was long so Braai Boy and the boys made frequent trips to the bar to keep us hydrated. To keep us entertained we started heckling Mr Tumnus as he strutted up and down the corridor. Oh how foolish we were. No sooner had we got in front of the camera we were photo bombed by Mr Tumnus. Yes, we bought the photo, well, why not? Its not every day you’re photo bombed by a faun on stilts.
We then hit the dance floor, there was a band and a DJ and more cocktails and more wine. Now, there are certain things that should never EVER be put together, in this case Titch and a Glitter Station. So, there we were dancing, or trying to dance but mostly bouncing, swaying and singing horribly out of tune when Titch disappeared. Next thing I knew I’d been Titched, as I had turned to speak to Curly Locks I received a face full of glitter. In fact, every time we turned round there was a smiling Titch with a handful of glitter to blow in your face, sprinkle on your head or just rubbed on you. By the end of the night we were all totally and utterly covered in glitter, even Titch.
Well, when I got home I couldn’t get the bloody glitter off. I used a lot of baby wipes which resulted in me moving the glitter round my face and I went to bed with a very sparkly multi coloured glitter beard. I eventually de-glittered but the same can’t be said for the house. There’s still glitter everywhere even though I’ve hoovered a lot a lot. In fact, every night before bath time Wee Man sits on the bathroom floor and picks the glitter off his bare feet sighing ‘Oh Uncle Titch!’. So I just wanted to say thank you lovely Titch for once again bringing a bit of sparkle in to our lives.